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The Hirsch Phenomenon (part 20)Just as Alex had feared, they didn't get the chance to leave. Because about halfway to the trailer, they were stopped and greeted by Entropy. Alex indadvertedly screamed when he saw him and Mirra elbowed him in the ribs. Then she looked at Entropy.
"What?" She asked.
"Oh, nothing." Entropy showed his cheshire grin again. "Mind if I borrow that?" He pointed to the Keystone and Mirra pulled it toward her protectively.
"Why do you even need it?" Mirra asked. She looked like she was mentally asking Entropy a different question.
"Oh, girl," Entropy said. "I'm just making the story interesting." He smacked her with his tail, causing her to drop the keystone, and he quickly picked it up and swallowed it. Mirra looked annoyed and Alex looked at Entropy in horror.
"Seriously?" She asked.
"Do you want it back?" Entropy asked, still grinning.
"As a matter of fact, yes, we kind of need that."
"Then why don't you come get it?"
Mirra didn't look surprised at his answer. Alex still looked
The Hirsch Phenomenon (part 19)Unlike Alex, Mirra hadn't had trouble sleeping. It was annoying to be back, but she wasn't scared, and the Keystone could be used for sleep meditation too(as long as it didn't create the brain probe sensation). In fact, when Alex started knocking on the door at around 9am, she was still asleep. She groggily got up in her pajamas and answered the trailer door.
"Alex, what?" Mirra asked, yawning. "You kinda woke me up..."
"Can we go to the real world now?" Alex asked. Mirra glared at him.
"Let me get dressed first." She said. "Have you even eaten breakfast yet?"
"No..." Alex replied.
"Then go eat breakfast while I get ready. You can probably get something to eat in the Shack unless they ditched us and went to the diner." She made a face as if the last time that happened hadn't been pleasant.
"They're at the Shack." Alex confirmed. Mirra nodded and shooed him off, shutting the door.
He walked into the kitchen a few seconds later. Grunckle Stan grunted as he
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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